Candy floss
Colours
Coat
Morning skies
And
Rich
Creamsicle clouds
Call
To memory
Carnival days
When
The chime
Of
Children’s laughter
Was
Carried
Along
Gentle breezes
Like
Music
In to
The sunshine
Warmed
Air

It’s loud
The silence
That
Meets me
When I merge
With
The morning crowd

Each person
Buffered
By
A zone
Of
Private contemplation
Numbing them
To the bodies
They
Press in to
Involuntarily co-mingling energy
With
Every breath exhaled
As
We
Tunnel through time
And
Transfer between moments
Interchanging
Bits
Of
Ourselves
Until
We are forced
Upon
Arrival
To break
The connection

My morning rush
Was slowed
Just
Long enough
For me
To
Momentarily escape
The forecasted drudgery
Of
A hazy day
That
Clouded my vision
Until
The streak
Of
Sharp colour
That
Marks you
And
Sets you apart
Unexpectedly
Caught
My eye

Like this:

Thoughts of you
Woke me
By gently rocking me
Like sheer kisses
Lifting the morning haze
And
Flashes of how it felt
To lay
In your embrace
Then
My breath
Broke through
The pleasure of the moment
And
The cracks of new brightness
Exposed the fraud
Of the shadows
Because
You
Were
Not here